SORROW’S SOLITUDE



I am in the dark tonight,
Sorrow is with me, holding me tight.
I mourn the past,
For decisions last.
While memories are fading fast,
The future seems frightfully vague and vast.
My heart beats timidly within,
Never stopping to rest.
I hear each heartbeat, again and again,
Timidly, yet painfully against my chest.
It seems each time I take a breath,
I pull myself a little closer to death.
“What more is there,” I often wonder?
When silence begins to sound like thunder;
When the thoughts in my head are crying;
When the light is fading, the embers dying.
My helpless being is silently sighing,
And the rest of me is sick of trying.
Tonight I sit on Sanity’s edge,
Daring her to pull me over the ledge.
“Here I am!” my thoughts scream in my head.
I want to lie, though it’s the devil’s bed.
Which provokes the greatest dread?
The curse of the life I’ve lead;
The things I’ve never said;
The devil’s blood in which I tread?
In this manner I end the night,
Lay down my head, close my eyes,
The comfort of Sorrow holding me tight,
Falling asleep amidst silent cries.
When I wake, will it be to light,
Or will it be without goodbyes
That I fade away into the night?



Copyright © 2002 by Elizabeth Ann Lopez


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